The morning light slanted in.
Ye Linyuan quietly watched Jiang Qingli, who was sitting on his lap.
The girl was bathed in bright light, her hair gilded with a golden edge, and her beautiful, dark eyes were clear and bright.
Coincidentally, the sunlight stopped between them, its edge like a warning line, clearly separating them.
It seemed to emphasize that they were not from the same world.
Ye Linyuan's long lashes drooped, hiding the emotion in his eyes.
"What?" Jiang Qingli tilted her head, trying to see his expression.
Ye Linyuan's voice had been too quiet just now; she hadn't heard him clearly.
"It's nothing." Ye Linyuan turned his face away, not letting her see.
'Wow, now he's getting all shy.'
"You look like you have something on your mind."
As Jiang Qingli spoke, she pulled him a little closer, cupped his chin, and forced him to look up at her.
Because of her movement, the sunlight shone on Ye Linyuan's face, causing his golden, slitted pupils to narrow slightly.
